The girl who died Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 13- CoS

The door slowly closes behind him, Harry climbs down the ladder and walks down the corridor. Looking ahead, he sees Elizabeth lying motionless at the end of the Chamber.

"Liz!" Harry shouts. He runs to her, drops his wand and gets on his knees. "Elizabeth. No, Elizabeth. Please don't be dead. Wake up. Wake up! Please wake up," He shakes her gently.

Suddenly, Tom Riddle walks out of a nearby doorway. "She won't wake," Riddle says smirking. Harry recognizes his voice and turns toward him. Riddle walks to him.

"Tom? Tom Riddle? What do you mean she won't wake? She's not...?" Harry trials off trying not to think the worst.

"She's still alive, but only just," he speaks.

"Are you a ghost?" Harry asks.

"A memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years."

Harry reaches out and touches Elizabeth. "She's as cold as ice. Liz, please don't be dead. Wake up." While Harry's not looking, Riddle bends down and picks up Harry's wand from where he left it. "You've got to help me, Tom. There's a Basilisk,"

"It won't come until it's called." Riddle states.

Harry looks up to see Riddle holding his wand, he stands up. "Give me my wand, Tom,"

"You won't be needing it,"

"Listen, we've got to go. We've got to save her!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Harry. You see, as poor Elizabeth grows weaker, I grow stronger." Harry looks at him, confused. "Yes, Harry. It was Elizabeth Potter who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

"No. She couldn't. She wouldn't," Harry shakes his head.

"It was Elizabeth who set the Basilisk on the Mudbloods and Filch's cat, Elizabeth who wrote the threatening messages on the walls." 

"But why?" Harry asks.

"Because I told her to. You'll find I can be very persuasive. Not that she knew what she was doing. She was, shall we say, in a kind of trance. Still, the power of the diary began to scare her. And she tried to dispose of it in the girls' bathroom. And then, who should find it but you? The very person I was most anxious to meet,"

Harry stands in front of the Slytherin statue. "And why did you want to meet me?"

"I knew I had to talk to you, meet you if I could. So I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf Hagrid to gain your trust."

"Hagrid's my friend!" Harry says angrily. After a few moments of silence, he calms down slightly. "And you framed him, didn't you?"

"It was my word against Hagrid's. Only Dumbledore seemed to think he was innocent,"

Harry smirks at him. "I'll bet Dumbledore saw right through you."

"He certainly kept an annoyingly close watch on me after that," He walks around Harry as he speaks. "I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the Chamber again while I was still at school, so I decided to leave behind a diary, preserving my sixteen-year-old self in its pages, so that one day, I would be able to lead another, to finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work,"

"Well, you haven't finished it this time. In a few hours, the Mandrake Draught will be ready. And everyone who was Petrified will be all right again,"

Riddle smiles maliciously. "Haven't I told you? Killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore. For many months now, my new target has been you." Harry looks at him in surprise. "How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape?" He pushes Harry's hair aside with his wand to see his scar. "with nothing but a scar while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"

"Why do you care how I escaped? Voldemort was after your time,"

Riddle smiles wickedly. "Voldemort is... my past, present, and future." He turns toward the statue and uses Harry's wand to write his full name in flaming letters; after writing the "E", he flicks the wand, and the letters rearrange themselves to say "I AM LORD VOLDEMORT"

Riddle turns to face Harry as the letters fade. "You. You're the Heir of Slytherin." Riddle stares evilly at Harry. "You're Voldemort."

"Surely, you didn't think I was going to keep my filthy Muggle father's name? No. I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world!"

"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world!" Harry claimed.

"Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!" Harry scoffs at Tom's remarks.

"He'll never be gone! Not as long as those who remain are loyal to him!" Harry and Riddle glare at each other; a musical sound is heard nearby. Harry and Riddle look down the corridor to see Fawkes flying towards them, carrying something. "Fawkes?" Fawkes drops a bundled-up object into Harry's hands as he flies over and around them, then back down the corridor; Harry unrolls the object, which turns out to be the Sorting Hat.

"So this is what Dumbledore sends his great defender: A songbird and an old hat." He backs away from Harry as he continues examining the Sorting Hat, then walks toward the Slytherin statue and extends his left hand. "Shearhas- Samnathas- Sélithaeine. (Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four.)"